Lyrics:
enemies wit pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical
spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the ice man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on new york, power my fort
Dips, consorted by
at
Ghostwriters hit the deck
When ya boi got a tech
Where the fuck is Africa-Bamabata at
We need to take it back, fuck Viacom
Clear Clear Channel and Radio One
Wake up early morning I'm like, let's go skate
Copped new shoes and brand new deck I paid for
Gotta hit the park before it gets too late
I lace up my
H-a-t-e-
s (Ho!)
Watch the mic blow
I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo
Time to get wreck with the new style
It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild
Rappers cause they been weird
Been on my dick, get addicted to dying quick
Grab a dictionary, my styles vary
My words flip grab a cemetery and jump in
It
fuck the humble shit
Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit
So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
'cause in
nobody fuckin' with Kweli
And the rock with a real name like a Styles P
Represent the L.O.X
Big up to all the massive rude boy on deck
Niggaz yellin' out
gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point
[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,
Ghostface right there?
Ain't that nigga Ghost?
Poisonous
Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
the neck
When the nigga come through, who you wanna holler at?
Ghostwriters hit the deck, when ya boi got a tech
Where the fuck is Africa Bambaataa at?
We
Yo, Inspectah Deck track
Break your back yo
A message of a wreckage
Fifty shell hot track leaking out the Lexus
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg
or played like Jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get with this hit shit
You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no lipstick
I don't run a style but
enemies wit pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical
y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
Don't panic take one more hit off
with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit
Cruisers)
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around
my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniffed
your way pa
If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move
I'm seduced by the chrome, it's
ever mad
As long as i can keep it pimping
A little bit I ain't playing with a full deck
Hit the pussy like a porno clip
Like different thot bitches
mothafucka
He got like forty
Leave em thrashed
Leave em wrecked, mothafucka
Hit the deck, motherfucka
Deaths a check, mothafucka
Tell me what the fuck you
Aye yo Psych on the beat, Deck just body him
Combined techniques and styles like
A karate flick
Karate top a brick call me the karate kid
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